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By Kushal Poddar

We used our balcony

as an observatory,

and some of the names 

for those celestial bodies 

were yours, not by the book, 

but all names are just that - 

a way to contain the unlimited. 


You crossed our limits last year.

Some nights I imagine if 

a plasma therapy could have

saved you; then, nothing

can cure death.


I have a telescope now.

Sometimes I swear I see shades,

those nebulae, plasma in 

between what we perceive 

and what we imagine. 

The author of 'Postmarked Quarantine,' Kushal Poddar has eight books to his credit. He is a journalist, father, and the editor of 'Words Surfacing’. His works have been translated into twelve languages, published across the globe. Twitter-

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